I do a double take.Â Does he know what day it is?Â Of course he does; itâs his party.Â Heâs spent the afternoon blitzing beetroot to make a dip in keeping with the colour theme.Â Which is red.
âEr card?â I say.
âWell – letter.â
Thank you letter.Â I only know two men who write thank you letters; and for three hundred and sixty-four days of the year, Iâm thrilled to receive them.
âOh. Â No, not yet.â
âThatâs odd,’ he says.
I laugh.Â âIt had better not arrive today!â
He looks hurt and confused.Â I remove a fleck of beetroot from his hair.Â Perhaps he doesnât know what day it is.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!